Then came a knock. The city official arrived with a mediator. Mr. Collins had confessed—he’d hired men to cut the tree down, believing it threatened his property.
“He thought he was doing the right thing,” the mediator explained. “But he’s agreed to make amends.”
The offer: a new tree, of our choosing, planted at no cost. It couldn’t replace decades lost, but it was a start—a gesture of goodwill.
We accepted. That weekend, a young sapling took root where the old tree once stood. It would take years to reach the same grandeur, but already it was a symbol of resilience.
Watching it sway in the breeze, I realized our family, like the tree, could endure storms and betrayal. The landscape had changed, but our roots were still deep—and life, as always, would grow again.
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